I use to fear failure
Those grades that determine my worth
That fear of failing consumed me
I was victim to a system
I still feel that stress
That heart sinking pain
Seeing another fail on my grades
I still can't breathe each time
I know it's nothing worth stressing
In my head I know I'm worth more
And yet still I panic
I cannot understand these formulas on a page
No matter how hard a try
Trigonometry, biology, economics
I couldn't care for their use
I know not of how to learn such things
I only ever cared for the arts
My English grade stands strong at one hundred
My art grade is a shinning a plus
My creative writing coarse is simply so easy
No one in my school can top my marks
I have the soul of an author
I couldn't care for logistics
My creativity is viewed as my downfall
My teachers see a child with no wits
My English language arts professor
He sees my talent in shinning lights
My creative writing teacher sees my future
They see something special in a high schooler
I care not for mathematical equations
The functionality of the human body eludes me
But my creative classes see my light
I excel in the arts of the world
Those fails may stress me so
I may see failure in my eyes
But every time my pen hits my page
I create something more special than formulas
I am an excellent author
My hands are used to create
I am a prodigy in the arts
I believe with my heart
An author has no use for math.
